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I put my arms over my head, giving him full access to them. “They’re all yours, Jackson.”

While playing, kissing, licking, “Andrw told me you were a Mississippi girl.”

“Born and raised in Gulfport.”

“I’m from Mobile. We couldn’t be doing this back there.”

“I know. That’s what makes it so exciting.” I was watching his black fingers gently manipulate my now hard nipples. Yes, the contrast was exciting.

He was still dressed. “Jackson, it would be exciting if you were naked, too.”

“Oh, does the little Mississippi white girl want my black cock?”

“You’ve been talking to Louis and Andrew. You know what I want.” I got off him and started on his belt buckle.

“I can do it.” He got out of bed and got undressed.

If you recall the colored boys I’d been with, Mitchell, Louis and Andrew, had the biggest cocks. Cocks that stretched my pussy and my mouth. I was now convinced that the rumors about colored boys weren’t rumor at all.

The way he massaged my titties, I had high hopes that Jackson and I would have a great weekend together.

When he dropped his pants, I was a little deflated. Oh, his cock was hard from playing with my titties, but he wasn’t hung like Mitchell and Louis, and of course, no one was built like Andrew. I guess I was spoiled.

I was staring at over six inches of black meat, but it wasn’t all that thick. Like I said, after those other black boys, it was a bit of a let down.

Jackson joined me back in bed.

I’d been looking forward to Louis or Andrew since leaving Andrew’s bed. Looking forward to making love to his monster cock, or Louis as he whispered in my ear about my delicious minou.

They weren’t here. They weren’t going to be here, and the truth was that the black cock standing tall in bed with me was far bigger than any white boys.

“Jackson, if you were talking to Andrew and Louis, you know what I like.” I slid down the bed between his legs.

“It’s beautiful, Jackson, I’m going to have such a good time with it.” And it was. Long, but not Andrew long. Not too thick. Blacker than any except Louis’ with a good size almost purple head.

I slipped my lips over that head and down his shaft.

“Damn, girl. They told me that there was this little Mississippi white girl who had a thing for black meat, but . . .”

He didn’t finish, because Jackson’s cock wasn’t very thick, my lips were down to his ball sack. I think he was in awe. I had a smile on my face.

Then I started: up and down, up and down. I used my lips like my goodies or as Andrew told me, ‘Cindy Lou, you use your mouth like most girls use their cunts.’ I no longer cringed at that word.

Now, here I was bobbing up and down on Jackson’s beautiful black cock. All the way up; all the way down.

“You are a hungry little white girl cocksucker.”

I took it out of my mouth for a moment. “Jackson, I’m hungry for your cock, and if you want, I’ll be your hungry little white girl cocksucker all weekend.” I was back on it; my lips sliding down to that ball sack.

Remember: enthusiastic, energetic, eager. That’s how I sucked Jackson’s cock, but it was more than that. It was perfect. Not too big and certainly not white boy small. You might call Jackson’s cock Goldilocks: JUST RIGHT.

I was having so much fun. I thought he was getting close. I was looking forward to a nice big load of a man cream.

I didn’t get it, at least not right away. “Cindy Lou, you know growing up in Mississippi, I never got any white girl pussy.”

Although a little disappointed, I took the hint. I took it out of my mouth and rolled on my back. “Jackson, I’m going to want more of your marvelous cock, but I know this is what you want.” I spread my legs. My big light brown bush, a beacon.

“Damn, Cindy Lou. My first white girl pussy and it’s the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.”

I blushed.

Jackson ran his fingers through my bush and just looked at it. Then his whole hand was rubbing my goodies. His fingers weren’t inside; he was just playing.

I moved his hand and used mine to spread the lips of my goodies. “Jackson, my goodies is all yours.” You know Andrew preferred me to use the word cunt. I did with him, but I couldn’t imagine with anyone else. I referred back to my days in Mississippi: my goodies.

Remember, I have light brown hair and my skin is fair. According to the men I’ve been with and now Jackson concurred. “Cindy Lou, you have the loveliest pink pussy.” He was staring again, as I held those lips open for him.

“Jackson, like I said, my goodies are all yours. I hope you’re not planning on just looking at it.”

Professor Andrew Hoffman made love to my goodies with his tongue, but not like Jackson Alexander.

I always thought that Andrew ate my pussy because he liked eating pussy. His massive cock never got so hard as when he was eating it. He ate my goodies for his own satisfaction.

Over the next hour, I learned or at least thought that Jackson ate my goodies to make sure I was satisfied.

Orgasm after orgasm. My goodies wasn’t his tongue’s playground; my special spot was. Jackson had it engorged. Jackson had it on fire. Jackson had me begging for more. More of his tongue; more orgasms, and “JACKSON, FUCK ME. GIVE ME YOUR COCK. MY GOODIES NEEDS YOUR COCK.”

His tongue continued and he mumbled, “I’ve never heard of a little Mississippi white girl beg to get fucked by black cock.”

Remember when I was sucking his cock, I called it a Goldilocks cock: just right? Jackson had a Goldilock’s tongue, too. Just right for my goodies.

“I’M BEGGING, JACKSON.” My big ass was trying to fuck his tongue. “FUCK ME, JACKSON. FUCK ME, PLEASE. MY WHITE GIRL GOODIES NEEDS YOUR BIG BLACK COCK. FUCK ME.”

I had another orgasm, and then Jackson stopped and mounted me. I told you he was a giant of a man. If he had mounted me like little Henry Jacobson, he would have crushed me. He knew that, and unlike the others, he didn’t slam his big cock into me.

“Cindy Lou, I can’t imagine I’ll ever eat a finer pussy. Beautiful, delicious, juicy.”

“Thank you, Jackson. Your tongue was magnificent. Like sucking your cock, I’m going to want it again, but right now keep feeding your cock to my goodies.”

Like his tongue work, Jackson Alexander was a Goldilock’s fuck. His cock fit snuggly. It didn’t stretch my goodies so much that I was sore for days. Slowly, methodically, he moved his cock in and out.

We got into a rhythm; I moved my ass and hips to that same rhythm. “Cindy Lou, I never expected a little Mississippi white girl to be infatuated with black cock,” he said as we fucked.

“Your black cock, Jackson. It’s so good to me. It felt so good in my mouth. Like it was made for me to suck, and I just know your tongue, oh God, what it did to my goodies.”

“Jackson,” I looked him in the eyes, “you can have it anytime.”

We’d only been in bed for less than two hours and I was making promises.

“What I’d like is for you to get on top of me.”

I giggled. “You liked my titties that much?”

“Oh yeah, and you can ride my cock at the same time.”

That weekend in Mexico with Mitchell Coleman, we’d done it like that. I loved it even though Mitchell mauled my titties and it felt like a telephone pole up my goodies. This was different. I slowly bounced and rocked on Jackson’s cock. His hands massaged my titties and my nipples were as hard as his cock.

“Cindy Lou, I’d always learned that Mississippi white girls were afraid of black men.”

“Most are, and I’m not ashamed to say that colored boys scared me until I got to know them. I’ll bet that if my girlfriends back in Gulfport were getting what I’m getting they’d be on their backs in a flash.”

“And on their knees?”

“That would take some sweet talkin’, Jackson, and maybe those colored boys would have to use their tongues for more than talkin.’

“If they have a pussy like yours, they’d eat it all night.”

I continued to bounce, rock and grind on that perfect cock until Jackson filled my goodies.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. You know none of this was new to me. Then it was, “Cindy Lou, I left a mess in there; why don’t you come up here and let me clean it up?”

I’d rubbed my goodies in Mitchell’s face, but not after you know.

It was the most incredible feeling, and Jackson held my hips and helped move so I could make myself cum. I was juicier than I’d probably ever been. It was splendid.

The entire weekend was a fucking, cocksucking, goodies eating fest.

That’s when I told Jackson that he was Goldilocks. I had to explain. “Jackson, your cock fits my goodies just right.” From then on in bed, that’s what I called him.

“And your mouth?”

I giggled. “I hope you can tell. Do you want me to show you again how it fits?” You know I was always willing.

“I think your tongue was made for my goodies. It’s perfect.”

“You mean just right? Would you like a demonstration?”

Here’s the other thing, Jackson started to use the word goodies instead of pussy. As in, “Cindy Lou, I think your goodies get tastier every time I eat it.”

That weekend stretched into months. Not that we stayed at the hotel for months. We started seeing each other and only each other.

Jackson was the assistant football coach at a near-by major university. Soon I moved out of my junior college dorm and into his home.

One other thing. It didn’t happen in a mean way but Jackson corrected me. One Sunday morning I said, “Goldilocks, I never thought I’d fall for a colored boy.”

“Cindy Lou, is that a boy’s cock that fills your goodies?”

“No. Goldilocks, you’re all man.” At the moment, I was sliding my hand up and down his cock, admiring it. l liked looking at it when was standing up. It made me juicy.

“And what color is my cock?”

I thought that was a strange question. I held it down by his balls; looking at it and still admiring it. “It’s black.”

“Cindy Lou, I’m man. A black man. I’m not a boy. I’m forty-seven-years-old.”

I got the message.

The next time we fucked, I had my arms around his neck. “Goldilocks, I want my man to give his little girl’s goodies his big black cock.”

“Not his colored cock?” he laughed.

We came to an agreement. If I used the word colored, he got a week of blowjobs. No fucking, no eating my goodies, no titty play and he stayed away from my special spot.

I mean it wasn’t really punishment, was it? I slipped a few times. My lips were raw and my goodies ached for some relief. I learned. Of course, even when I didn’t slip, Jackson got blowjobs. I mean I’d just be punishing myself, right?

I was still his little Mississippi white girl. When he took me in his huge arms, I felt like a little girl. When he was on top of me, I felt like a little girl. When Jackson sat in a chair and I was on my knees, I felt like a little girl.

Our life was great. I was finishing up junior college.

Then I got a letter from my best friend in Gulfport. Roberta Lee wanted to come to San Diego for a vacation. “Cindy Lou, the winter is supposed to be cold even in Gulfport.”

“Goldilocks, would you mind if we had a guest for a short while?”

TO BE CONTINUED

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